Content warning: humiliation and dubcon.
“If that is how you will have it, Princess. I didn’t think you enjoyed the attention.”
“I do not, master.”
“So that is how it is. Stay.”
She stayed, on the bed, dress around her hips.
“Are you the Slave Princess of Al-ban?” The small, weaselly man dropped three coins on the table.
“I am.” She smiled at him, and sat up. He pushed her back to the bed.
“Roll over. I’ve always wanted to bugger a princess.”
His hands were brutal, his thrusts short and violent. When he departed, he left one more gold coin on the table.
“Are you ready to shine my boots?”
“No, Master.” She was tired, sore, and bleeding. But not ready for his boots.
“Then we’ll move on.”
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